Quayside

Empty streets
rat on daybreak revellers
cast canned from party dreams -
out – staggering down by the river.
Smashed glass, shiver-litter
rustling in the dawn.

Lost notes flutter
from pockets and handbags,
coins down drains.
Bonny lads taxi home in time
to face the music, if at all.
Hand-holding denied the
light of day, hidden under mobile lies
blanketed with blown kisses -
patted with I love you too hinny,
see you soon.